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((I GET SHIT DONE EVENTUALLY, YEAH? Anyway . . . cuz this is up several days later than I'd said, have a piccie first as a consolation prize ^_^))
Anzu had been working for Mutou-Grandfather at the Kame for a few weeks now. Sometimes, she and Yugi had worked together, many times not. He couldn't afford to pay two employees, even part-time, overly much, so usually one of them was working with him while the other was off. But when he could, he scheduled the two of them together. It gave himself a nice break . . . and the two youngsters some much needed "together" time.
This afternoon, Anzu came over to the shop, expecting for both of them to be off-work because they had a project for school to work on . . . only to find the sole occupant of the shop to be Grandpa Mutou.
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Down the way and around a corner on a busier street, Yugi put on a grin for everyone, but frankly? He looked like a fool. Or anyway, he felt like one. The costume really had been meant for someone at least a foot taller. And it itched - some of the seams weren't properly sewn. They were more like . . . glued, which made the edges of the fabric stiff and scratchy and scraped or dug at his skin here and there.
He loved Dark Magician. He really, really did!
But . . . not right now.
Anzu had been working for Mutou-Grandfather at the Kame for a few weeks now. Sometimes, she and Yugi had worked together, many times not. He couldn't afford to pay two employees, even part-time, overly much, so usually one of them was working with him while the other was off. But when he could, he scheduled the two of them together. It gave himself a nice break . . . and the two youngsters some much needed "together" time.
This afternoon, Anzu came over to the shop, expecting for both of them to be off-work because they had a project for school to work on . . . only to find the sole occupant of the shop to be Grandpa Mutou.
**********
Down the way and around a corner on a busier street, Yugi put on a grin for everyone, but frankly? He looked like a fool. Or anyway, he felt like one. The costume really had been meant for someone at least a foot taller. And it itched - some of the seams weren't properly sewn. They were more like . . . glued, which made the edges of the fabric stiff and scratchy and scraped or dug at his skin here and there.
He loved Dark Magician. He really, really did!
But . . . not right now.
